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| High above the city sprawl There is no one else at all. You survey the land below, Having climbed up long and slow. You enjoy the solitude, Giving God your gratitude. Heav'n on earth you've found, it seems, Riding on a crest of dreams. All the future, all the past, Slide into your view at last. You approach infinity, Looking outward o'er the sea. | ||
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